Elementary Fic: The Unreliable Narrator
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kitmerlot_1213This is a 340 word Elementary drabble for the fabulous Hamilton the Musical inspired Weekend Challenge at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words ENJOY!
The new case Captain Gregson called them in on was a particularly alluring one, filled with more than twenty suspects and more than one murder weapon and Sherlock was in his element.
Joan wondered to herself if she should be worried that he was this gleeful over a murder, but just as quickly Sherlock switched on a dime and started to meticulously sort through the witness statements with a reverence reserved for religious objects.
They had been working silently for over fifteen minutes when Sherlock spoke suddenly.
“No one has control over who tells your story.”
Joan blinked in surprise but Sherlock was already speaking again. “We can’t control who lives or who dies and what people say about us.”
She smiled uncertainly and reached out her hand barely touching Sherlock’s arm. “If this is about ‘The Casebook of Sherlock Holmes’ I never had any intention…”
He blew air impatiently through his clenched teeth. “I wasn’t speaking of your aborted attempts at publishing our cases but rather that of your father’s.”
Joan threw the transcript she’d been reading down and pointed her finger accusingly at her friend, stabbing it into his chest for emphasis. “I knew my dad’s writing about you bothered you!”
He grabbed her hand and tried to stop her from poking at him. “Watson, I’m not ‘bothered’ per say, but I do wonder why he had to write such a vapid and pedestrian tale such as ‘The Badge Ran Blue’.”
Joan pulled her hand from his grasp and positioned herself into a martial arts stance. For a split second, Sherlock was genuinely afraid that Joan was going to kick his butt for not liking her dad’s story, but then he could see her fighting back a smile. “You don’t like being a Kung Fu master?”
Sherlock found himself smiling in relief. “Well, no that’s actually rather cool.” He waited until he had her attention again. “I was referring to the characters declaring their love during a gun battle and becoming engaged while being kidnapped by their archenemy.”
1_million_words ENJOY!The new case Captain Gregson called them in on was a particularly alluring one, filled with more than twenty suspects and more than one murder weapon and Sherlock was in his element.
Joan wondered to herself if she should be worried that he was this gleeful over a murder, but just as quickly Sherlock switched on a dime and started to meticulously sort through the witness statements with a reverence reserved for religious objects.
They had been working silently for over fifteen minutes when Sherlock spoke suddenly.
“No one has control over who tells your story.”
Joan blinked in surprise but Sherlock was already speaking again. “We can’t control who lives or who dies and what people say about us.”
She smiled uncertainly and reached out her hand barely touching Sherlock’s arm. “If this is about ‘The Casebook of Sherlock Holmes’ I never had any intention…”
He blew air impatiently through his clenched teeth. “I wasn’t speaking of your aborted attempts at publishing our cases but rather that of your father’s.”
Joan threw the transcript she’d been reading down and pointed her finger accusingly at her friend, stabbing it into his chest for emphasis. “I knew my dad’s writing about you bothered you!”
He grabbed her hand and tried to stop her from poking at him. “Watson, I’m not ‘bothered’ per say, but I do wonder why he had to write such a vapid and pedestrian tale such as ‘The Badge Ran Blue’.”
Joan pulled her hand from his grasp and positioned herself into a martial arts stance. For a split second, Sherlock was genuinely afraid that Joan was going to kick his butt for not liking her dad’s story, but then he could see her fighting back a smile. “You don’t like being a Kung Fu master?”
Sherlock found himself smiling in relief. “Well, no that’s actually rather cool.” He waited until he had her attention again. “I was referring to the characters declaring their love during a gun battle and becoming engaged while being kidnapped by their archenemy.”
